Several months back, while pumping gas at a local BP, I came upon beedies. These hand rolled Indian cigarettes piqued my interest and I’ve been savoring them ever since.
Today, I came to the sad conclusion that I had developed a habit. Rather than reach for a cigar when I had the urge to puff after a good meal, I was reaching for a beedie.
Though beedies lack the chemicals associated with a cigarette, they are still high in nicotine, carbon monoxide and tar. Getting up in the morning with a sore throat is back, as well as being out of breath on bike rides.
Another nasty habit to break, oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
Mash out the beedies, dreads spark up the corn
I flow muddy like the gutter after a rainstorm